The Rain on Downhill

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We went downhill together, seeking answers to the questions of life.

Heading to the rivers and their mouths.

Holding hands, we are close and united.

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This is the first picture I see of your face.

I sense your precarious gait - though full of strength.

While I hold your hand like a boy

I help carefully, not wanting you to notice.

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The path through the oak forest of our ancestors,

on both sides are the skeletons of the past.

The gentleness of your character and timeless love

they are forever in my thoughts.

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Wet blades of grass - as our footsteps glide.

Across the ground,

like the whisper of the rain disappears into the distance.

They always wash my face with tears.

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Your friends joyfully call on your name

they rejoice in your smile and cheerfulness.

My soul rejoices

while holding my hand tightly.

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